Behind A Smile
The pain on her face, while she was narrating the horrible details of that fateful day to him, was all he could see whenever he closed his eyes.
A full ache throbbed in his temples, making him massage his forehead softly. "I'm sorry," He muttered to no one in particular. Hot tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. He sank down on his knees, a desperate prayer escaping his lips. "Allaahumma rahmataka arjoo falaa takilnee 'ilaa nafsee tarfata 'aynin, wa'aslih lee sha'nee kullahu, laa'ilaaha illah anta." (Oh Allah, I hope for your mercy. Do not leave me to myself, even for a blink of an eye. Correct all of my affairs for me. There is none worthy of worship, but You.)
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